Ramona Mae

I am out of it. A few days ago someone asked me how old I am and I really could not remember. I was embarassed and thought, “Don’t panic, just subtract back to 1974. Oh crap, what year is it?”

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So, almost every mom I know has a story of some horrifying thing one sibling has done to another. For instance, one friend’s infant son crawled up to her covered head to toe in poo. Only it wasn’t his poo. It was donated poo from big brother that had been lovingly applied to every nook and crannie.

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Just a quick update: Andy weighed Ramona this morning (thanks honey) and she is now…

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I must have misunderstood the doctors when they were talking about Ramona’s weight gain. Because lately, I’m the one who’s been eating like my life depends on it.

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I got word last night that a cyber-friend has suffered a miscarriage. My heart is just breaking for her. The day we miscarried my first response was, “I’m disappointed, but hey, we live in a fallen world”. Talk about a pat reaction. That lasted about a day, I think I was in denial.

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There is a new church opening today in our neighborhood. A “Grand Opening”, their banner says. So we’re going to do our best to check it out. I’m feeling tentative about taking Ramona out in public, but we would really like to be going to church if possible, so we’re going to keep her close and limit her contact with fellow church goers.

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Our night helper, Rachel, started last night. She was courteous and professional (we knew she would be, she was our doula during Mona’s birth). And things pretty much went off without a hitch. Of course the tube clogged again just as we were telling her how easy it was to push meds. And despite my assurance that she had never spit up during her night feed, Ramona decided to go ahead and throw up during her night feed. Rachel took it in stride.

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Fellow blogger Ann recommended I post a “Day In the Life” type of thing so folks could better understand how we spend our time lately. Here’s my best shot. Not included are the 80 billion times I check the blog for comments. Also not included are the 40 billion times I open the refrigerator door, stare inside and then close it again. This is a fairly reasonable and accurate account of our day yesterday, but we switch it up and exchange tasks all the time.

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Ramona had a fine day yesterday. I did not. I saw an episode of Law and Order a while back where someone was in a medically-induced coma. I’m embarassed to admit that I’ve been spending a significant amount of time pondering that prospect. Mainly I’m wondering whether or not that’s ever an elective procedure. Also on my list of feel-good fantasies: What’s the protocol on checking yourself into a mental hospital?

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We are so blessed. Through your efforts to help us get by we’ve received meals, groceries, a cleaning lady and even a baby massage. And we’ve been blessed not just by your acts of service but by your insight as well. Your losses and life experiences have given you a wisdom that has sustained us during a very difficult time.

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